tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17899452650168368872018-03-06T15:25:12.197-08:00Chosen...Precious...TreasuredJennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789945265016836887.post-61853293721026901002012-11-18T00:40:00.002-08:002012-11-18T00:40:41.657-08:00Five Minute Friday: Stay<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://lisajobaker.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zp-O0qbD1lg/UKieyUi0-bI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JldqdDeh7fk/s1600/5minutefriday.jpg" /></a></div>Stay reminds me of a dog command, a stay of execution, to be still, to linger, like the song lyrics..."Stay just a little bit longer"...or "Baby it's cold outside." Stay, means don't move. I'll be right back. Stay can be a question, command, or statement and mean so many things.<br />I can't choose which meaning to write about, except that I am in a position to stay, and always am. I can stay where I am or move on. I will not stay for long in this emotional place I am in, but I am here for a time. I will not stay in a prison ever again, whether self or other-inflicted. To stay means I can keep my sanity in a safe place and take care of myself. I have the wisdom to know the difference now. I have the peace and serenity that cannot go...Yes, I can accept staying because I always know this world is not my home. When He is ready I will stay with Him forever.</div>Jennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789945265016836887.post-91235354581331373512012-11-09T09:55:00.002-08:002012-11-10T23:45:32.535-08:00Quiet<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZT43QeAdurg/UJ9XhqMj9pI/AAAAAAAAANo/3eeUgV_ns1I/s1600/fall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZT43QeAdurg/UJ9XhqMj9pI/AAAAAAAAANo/3eeUgV_ns1I/s320/fall.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><a href="http://lisajobaker.com/five-minute-friday/" target="_blank">Five Minute Friday</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div>This is what I need right now. After almost 2 months of my kids being sick, with maybe a week respite or so for either of them. I need my daughter to sleep, to heal, to stop coughing and sneezing...poor baby...<br />The sad part of all this is MY Pity Party...I was reading the other day about how this is part of my codependent nature. I want to be thankful and post something bright every day on Facebook, but I am not that outgoing or just want people to feel sorry for me...This is unquieting in my soul.<br />I need quiet. I need God to come in and make me BE STILL and KNOW~HE is GOD. I have to stop thinking about all the errands I could not run this week, all the chores at home let go, all the writing and shopping for some art supplies I want to do;) And BE QUIET.<br />Yes, my daughter is sleeping right now and I think it is time for me to get on my knees and be quieted by my Great Comforter.</div>Jennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789945265016836887.post-85083067233078613662012-10-20T00:02:00.003-07:002012-10-20T00:02:51.496-07:00 <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0dO2CScvSGg/UIJFBqrQWlI/AAAAAAAAAMg/9du1xRCLhXM/s1600/gg+retreat+fall+2012+c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0dO2CScvSGg/UIJFBqrQWlI/AAAAAAAAAMg/9du1xRCLhXM/s1600/gg+retreat+fall+2012+c.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">One week after driving to the mountains...<o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I arrived with my sweet, scared little boy after an added hour of driving the wrong way and finally arriving in the dark. Thankfully, we were not both in tears by that time! My adventurous spirit has not fully rubbed off on him yet! <o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But…it felt like coming home to these people we have only barely come to know in the last two months. It was a good feeling. Warm chicken tortilla soup helped too. Of course, a couple I have known for about 20 years, the rest were new to me and mine. I left baby girl with her grandparents and auntie for our first time apart and that was not easy either!<o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">What a blessing to be called part of this Grace Group. Thank you Lord for us all; love, imperfections, and grace. We are blessed. We were asked to meditate on Psalms 63, 71, and 139 to prepare our hearts for the retreat. WHEW…I don’t know what I expected, but God met me and I think, all of us in some wonderful ways.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Psalm 63:1 O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you. In a dry and weary land where there is no drink.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yr06YtIgWi4/UIJMT4209rI/AAAAAAAAANI/h2FM9_3Deew/s1600/DSCN2628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yr06YtIgWi4/UIJMT4209rI/AAAAAAAAANI/h2FM9_3Deew/s1600/DSCN2628.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></i>&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">God called me to come sit by a sunflower to meet with Him. He is so sweet, so gentle, why would I ever want to miss the chance to come to Him-my oasis in the desert of this daily life. He met me, because He loves me. A friend there said, “Even when I know I am not earnestly seeking Him…I know Him,” tears in her eyes. How beautiful that is to me, because HE KNOWS ME, I can confidently say: I KNOW Him (to the greatest degree of my small knowing.)<o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Another person said he needed to find his identity in Him (Jesus) my water, my source of strength. It’s so authentic for us to find ourselves in him-like looking through a car manual-we find out things we didn’t know, because we have come to the creator of our souls for strength and identity. And, HE is well-pleased!<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p></o:p></i></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Psalm 71:1 <span class="text">In you, </span><span class="small-caps"><span style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord,</span></span><span class="text"> I have taken refuge; let me never be put to shame.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ozdl4KA4RhM/UIJGGcXJhMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/UotYJAm468s/s1600/WoodShedRainShelter+Cia+de+Foto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ozdl4KA4RhM/UIJGGcXJhMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/UotYJAm468s/s1600/WoodShedRainShelter+Cia+de+Foto.jpg" height="213" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span class="text"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I walked on from the sunflower, and followed some more up a street. I came to a house that seemed lived in, but unkempt. I felt the Holy Spirit saying, this is like you right now. You feel like everyone sees your messy outsides, but if you are following me, you will NOT be ashamed. It does not matter what my life looks like to anyone else. Another friend reminded us that when you are in a refuge, you just kinda wait (be still). You don’t have to “do” anything, but rest in the arms of the one who called you under His wings. What peace He gives us when we but rest in Him, our refuge, our strength and shield. That person also reminded us that Psalm 71 is all about how David leaves all the work to God and just tells <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">how</i> He worked. That is all God wants us to do: share about His amazing love for us through the cross, the resurrection, and our daily lives with others.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span class="text"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Psalm 139: 17-18 How precious to me are your thoughts, God!</i></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand—when I awake, I am still with you.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aYpZcTs2wqU/UIJGsgIaPSI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-nCgChhhn4Y/s1600/grains+of+sand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aYpZcTs2wqU/UIJGsgIaPSI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-nCgChhhn4Y/s1600/grains+of+sand.jpg" height="191" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p></o:p></i></span>&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span class="text"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This is like my second favorite Psalm! I never really meditated on it like we did at retreat though-wow! God’s amazing love just shines out to blind us in these verses. It so struck me about sand, probably because I recently saw a picture of sand under a microscope. When I imagine the vastness of the seashores, I cannot fathom how he loves me, and you, and all of us on this earth! He is truly awesome. Yet, it was all brought into reality when a friend shared about her disbelief in her own ability to love another foster child about to come into her home. Whoa! Her love, time, resources, and family all stepped up to the plate and have worked hard, but been utterly blessed. They show us Christ’s love physically every time we see them and I am awed by Him shining through them. His love grows more for each of us just as theirs did and it is truly mind boggling-like those sands…<a href="http://youtu.be/2FxaUYjRtkc" target="_blank">Oh, how He loves us, how he loves us so.</a></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span class="text"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></span>&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span class="text"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It was just incredibly fun to laugh and feel light, not over analyze everything I do, think, say, and just be…Thanks for the singing of praises and karaoke, games, hikes, fishing, loving of all the children, organization, the word, and communion of saints. I so appreciate and love&nbsp;you all!</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uE2-dJm3Xww/UIJHNPIyaBI/AAAAAAAAAM4/CvgFLGlN9EA/s1600/gg+retreat+fall+2012+anthy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uE2-dJm3Xww/UIJHNPIyaBI/AAAAAAAAAM4/CvgFLGlN9EA/s1600/gg+retreat+fall+2012+anthy.jpg" height="212" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span class="text"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></span>&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;</span></o:p></div>Follow the Son-Flowers.<br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;</span></o:p></div>Jennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789945265016836887.post-37640175973362498552012-10-03T22:57:00.001-07:002012-10-03T22:57:41.349-07:00Half the Sky is Held By Women: My Reaction to Part 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ajQRJAeIIGg/UG0lK4KZePI/AAAAAAAAAKY/aVBnWThQgt4/s1600/Somaly+Mam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="264" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ajQRJAeIIGg/UG0lK4KZePI/AAAAAAAAAKY/aVBnWThQgt4/s320/Somaly+Mam.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Watching <a href="http://www.halftheskymovement.org/" target="_blank">Half the Sky</a> on slavery of women and children has broken my heart wide open. Oh how God’s heart must ache for these broken ones. I cannot imagine their pain.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I know God has asked me to write to serve Him through <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>writing when I asked Him how I could help end this sex traffiking~slavery of human souls going on. I just don’t know exactly what He wanted me to write. I am certainly not an expert. Do I write things for the women and children themselves? Do I write to inform others? I am not sure still, but I know I have to move these fingers because my heart can only beat and not hard enough to persuade more than a faster rhythm. I am so small, and He is so big.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I think this is a statement that these dear ones also think of their abusers. It is humbling and terrifying to think that you will be abused, beaten and tortured just because you have female genitals. People treat animals better. My outrage is exponentially increased when I see women who are part of the selling of these atrocities. WHY!??? Do they not have a heart inside for another woman.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Maybe that is who I should write to, huh? The perpetrators need to be my audience (?). How defiled I feel to even think of them. Even coming from an abused background in my childhood, I was relatively safe compared to these children. They were sold at 3 years old to brothel owners and used/ kept for sex. Tonight I heard one girl say she was 13 when her owners sent her clients; anywhere from 10-30 a day.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Most women WON’T even have sex once a day, let alone be forcibly raped 10-30 times a day! I hate to process it, but WE MUST! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>The shame and betrayal children feel when abused, I cannot fathom from these dear ones. I am not sure how they survive, but I saw Somaly Mam’s little ones feel her love, her oneness with their pain, her HOPE for their sweet lives. Sweet, because it is not their fault to have been tainted as they were. They are children.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;</span></o:p></div></div>Jennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789945265016836887.post-9249228404043789232012-09-21T22:48:00.000-07:002012-09-21T22:48:05.437-07:00Wide Open Spaces<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Today I was thinking about the song from the Dixie Chicks, "Wide Open Spaces," and how I moved across the country to be with my "cowboy" so far from home. That space became my home and we had two sweet children while I was there.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K4lE2y-lEOw/UF1QP4O349I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ZggVPaM82Lk/s1600/Wide+Open+Space.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K4lE2y-lEOw/UF1QP4O349I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ZggVPaM82Lk/s320/Wide+Open+Space.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Funny how that wide open space just seemed to get bigger over the years, but instead of freedom it felt like distance and isolation: lonely. I was lonely with my cowboy, and lonely for some family and friends I'd left across the country.<br /><br />Seems like it was so long ago, but it was really&nbsp;8 years. It took a lot out of me to come back to a narrower space and redefine/ recognize&nbsp;freedom for me and my kids. My cowboy is not here, but I know I am in a wide enough space to grow in the freedom I was called to blossom in.<br /><br /><a href="http://lisajobaker.com/five-minute-friday/" target="_blank">Five Minute Fridays</a></div>Jennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789945265016836887.post-20309878069789155872012-09-18T00:36:00.000-07:002012-09-18T00:36:02.854-07:00Overwhelmed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-02At3a7bs8s/UFgjMB8wAQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/etbaFtTdLjA/s1600/MArk+Tipple+WAves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-02At3a7bs8s/UFgjMB8wAQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/etbaFtTdLjA/s320/MArk+Tipple+WAves.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Have you ever felt overwhelmed? </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">According to dictionaryreference.com, overwhelm means:<o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #333333; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">1.</span><span style="color: #7b7b7b; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"> </span><span style="color: #333333; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">to overcome completely in mind or feeling: <i>overwhelmed by remorse. <o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: #333333; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;</span></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #333333; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">2.</span><b><span style="color: #7b7b7b; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"> </span></b><span style="color: #333333; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">to overpower or overcome, especially with superior forces; destroy; crush: <i>Roman troops were overwhelmed by barbarians. <o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: #333333; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;</span></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #7b7b7b; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">3.</span><span style="color: #333333; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">to cover or bury beneath a mass of something, as floodwaters, debris, or an avalanche; submerge: <i>Lava from erupting Vesuvius overwhelmed the city of Pompeii. <o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: #333333; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;</span></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #7b7b7b; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">4. </span><span style="color: #333333; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">to load, help, treat, or address with an overpowering or excessive amount of anything: <i>a child overwhelmed with presents; to overwhelm someone with questions. <o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: #333333; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;</span></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #333333; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">5.</span><span style="color: #7b7b7b; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"> </span><span style="color: #333333; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">to overthrow. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">&nbsp;</span></o:p></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I feel like all of the above definitions are overwhelming me! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>My mind and feelings have been hard to understand lately. I look at all I need to do and begin to feel the cracks where chunks of my armor are&nbsp;falling away. I am afraid I will "lose it" by being <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>overwhelmed with all I am facing. I am trying to continue on each day, one day at a time, but each day can be so difficult. <o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Last week, my daughter got an ear infection, then she got a heat rash, then my son smashed his finger at school. It was definitely an overthrown feeling like being buried under too many burdens, or being crushed by them. Ugggh!<o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I don’t want to have a pity party, but I am feeling like any party at this point would be better than what I am facing! What changed so much to make me feel this way? I began last week feeling so encouraged by my mentor! She told me how proud she was of me and gave me some challenges to help me press on in the direction I was going, but then, sickness came…<o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">When I finally decided to do something fun last weekend, my fears tried to paralyze me, so I prayed and realized that God gave me the choice and although I’d had a rough week, he wasn’t telling me not to go…however, on the way there, my tire warning kept coming on, only to cause me to wonder if that is why I had some forebodings about coming.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Overcome with debris. Yes, that is me right now. I am praying and asking others to pray me out of the avalanche though…I know it will work!<o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I really believe that Satan has been attacking me with these feeling of overwhelming stress/anxiety/ feeling helpless/etc. I really believe too, that he has no power over my GOD. <o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">MY God reigns Supreme. My God is ALL POWERFUL. My God is the God WHO SEES ME! My God is CREATOR, why should I worry about my messes, which are so puny in His sight! My God is the one who upholds me, delivers me, keeps me in the shelter of His wings. My God delights in me and rejoices over me with SINGING. He Holds me on His SHOULDERS and carries me joyfully. I AM NO BURDEN TO HIM. He LOVES me. I am His princess, his BRIDE, and one day He is coming back for me. NO, I will not Be Overwhelmed by anything or anyone but MY GOD!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Isaiah 43: 1b-3</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span class="text Isa-43-1">“Do not fear, for I have redeemed<sup class="crossreference" value="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-TNIV-18507D&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference D&quot;&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;)"></sup> you;</span><br /><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"> </span><span class="text Isa-43-1">I have summoned you by name;<sup class="crossreference" value="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-TNIV-18507E&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference E&quot;&gt;E&lt;/a&gt;)"></sup> you are mine.<sup class="crossreference" value="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-TNIV-18507F&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference F&quot;&gt;F&lt;/a&gt;)"></sup></span></span><br /><span class="text Isa-43-2" id="en-TNIV-18508"><sup class="versenum">2 </sup>When you pass through the waters,<sup class="crossreference" value="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-TNIV-18508G&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference G&quot;&gt;G&lt;/a&gt;)"></sup></span><br /><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"> </span><span class="text Isa-43-2">I will be with you;<sup class="crossreference" value="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-TNIV-18508H&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference H&quot;&gt;H&lt;/a&gt;)"></sup></span></span><br /><span class="text Isa-43-2">and when you pass through the rivers,</span><br /><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"> </span><span class="text Isa-43-2">they will not sweep over you.</span></span><br /><span class="text Isa-43-2">When you walk through the fire,<sup class="crossreference" value="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-TNIV-18508I&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference I&quot;&gt;I&lt;/a&gt;)"></sup></span><br /><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"> </span><span class="text Isa-43-2">you will not be burned;</span></span><br /><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"> </span><span class="text Isa-43-2">the flames will not set you ablaze.<sup class="crossreference" value="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-TNIV-18508J&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference J&quot;&gt;J&lt;/a&gt;)"></sup></span></span><br /><span class="text Isa-43-3" id="en-TNIV-18509"><sup class="versenum">3 </sup>For I am the <span class="small-caps" style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span> your God,<sup class="crossreference" value="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-TNIV-18509K&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference K&quot;&gt;K&lt;/a&gt;)"></sup></span><br /><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"> </span><span class="text Isa-43-3">the Holy One<sup class="crossreference" value="(&lt;a href=&quot;#cen-TNIV-18509L&quot; title=&quot;See cross-reference L&quot;&gt;L&lt;/a&gt;)"></sup> of Israel, your Savior...</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="text Isa-43-3">Photo by Mark Tipple</span></span></div></div>Jennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789945265016836887.post-81836249081354493412012-09-10T23:49:00.001-07:002012-09-10T23:49:36.519-07:00Translucent Versus Transparent<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">Though now we see in a mirror dimly, we will one day see Him face to face.<o:p></o:p></span><br /> <br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ulz0BgvUa2k/UE7eY6UDbQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jdhCICWAv9s/s1600/wounded.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ulz0BgvUa2k/UE7eY6UDbQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jdhCICWAv9s/s320/wounded.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I think that at this time, I am more translucent than transparent. I am in process of re-learning to place my trust in select few hands. This means I may not always reveal what I am thinking, feeling, or wishing at any given moment with just anyone. I think the definition for translucent fits me better at this time than transparent. I even think of the old school overhead transparencies and how flimsy and weak they seemed. Translucence seems stronger;<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>frosted glass, plexiglass, frosted drink mugs, things like that. I wonder if I can really compare these synonyms fairly, I am no linguist by any means. <o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I just know that I think I am stronger, although I am not as revealing of myself as I used to be. I always thought that being a Christian meant that I was good and transparent with others about almost everything. I of course knew <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>things not to reveal or discuss, but I always have had a sense of trust among my brothers and sisters in Christ.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The difference now is that I have a sense of safety and trust with a select few. I do want to reveal more about myself and often justify myself in my current affairs. But, I realize that I often reveal more of me than needs be. I know God uses himself to shine His light through us, and I desire that transparency of my heart before him. However, I also believe that God pulls His cloak over us for times of healing, and maybe that is the translucent way I am shining His light. (So as not to blind anyone, or become blinded myself-as Saul was.)<o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Saul, huh? God just had to bring him into this picture! So, Saul was a religious, self-righteous zealot who wanted to kill all the Christians. Jesus met him on the road, (after the resurrection) and asked Saul why he was persecuting him. Saul asked who he was, and Jesus said it is me Jesus whom you are persecuting. Then, Saul was blinded for a few days until someone prayed for him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I definitely would like to see the Lord, but I prefer to keep my vision, thank you Lord! I know these things are not up to me, but I am seeing the connection (pardon the pun) between blindness and the translucence that I speak of. See, if I am consistent with my child, I set up some transparent rules that he knows are boundaries to follow, or else! If I set up cloudy boundaries with him, our relationship degrades and we both suffer through it.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">God is an infinitely better parent than I am. Although, I feel like I am shining translucently, in a fog, blindly, He is guiding me, bringing people to pray for me, help me, lead me safely through the valley of the shadow, and He will shine through me transparently on THAT DAY when I will be HOME with HIM, and every tear will be wiped away and the city won’t need a light, because God will be that Light and all of creation that honors Him will shine like the facets of rare gems in a treasure chest.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div>Jennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789945265016836887.post-36317644378628470852010-11-15T20:31:00.000-08:002010-11-15T20:31:04.729-08:00Papa (More from 1997)Papa,<br />Just a few days ago you showed me what goes in that waste place (in my heart)! That weeping prophet revealed it to me in the 33rd chapter of his book (Jeremiah). He said that you would fill the place with joy and gladness! Well, I don't know how you'll do it, but I believe you Papa! He said-you also told him you would fill the waste land with the voice of the bride and the bridegroom! Wow Papa-you will make it a beautiful place full of joyous inhabitants. Lord I am so excited that you can bring health to this broken heart.<br />The other day Papa showed me what He had done to that charred part of my heart-or what He started to do. The first thing I saw was that He had filled in the spray-painted heart. It was on that black wall and I guess it just looked empty, so He made it full! Wow! There were a few things in the room that had been salvaged and painted. I couldn't stay there too long. It was still too painful and Papa understood.Jennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789945265016836887.post-44367678702103885132010-10-25T19:38:00.000-07:002010-10-26T18:43:08.968-07:00Smoke Stained Walls...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dFuO4win_DA/TMY_B0uixWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/f7v6xnVu1cE/s1600/heart2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dFuO4win_DA/TMY_B0uixWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/f7v6xnVu1cE/s320/heart2.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Gently He waited by blackened, smoke stained walls. I couldn't leave Him standing there-He was waiting for me. We stood there together looking at the Blackness.There was an outline of a pink heart spray-painted there. I don't quite know why.He implored if we could go in. I told Him no, but He told me we must. He waited, looking at me, but I was afraid.<br />I let Him open the door to this chamber. Inside, all was burnt, everything in the room was black, with no sign of color-it hurt me to look-I could not even recognize anything.<br />Papa picked up a stump of something, or He pointed to it and said "That is your trust." And, I realized that He was right, because I felt that He was showing me how charred my trust really is. There was only a little bit that was untouched by flame.<br />I guess the fire that hit this room took everything~or at least tried to. No one was there to begin cleaning. Papa just asked if we could leave the door open.<br /><em>Proverbs 3:5-6 Trust in the Lord with all of your heart, lean not on your own understanding. In all of your ways acknowledge Him, and he will make your path straight.</em><br />What does your "trust" chamber look like? Is it full of life, trying to grow, burned up, or still on fire? God can work on even the&nbsp;most horrendous&nbsp;disasters. Look to Him and ask Him to heal your broken heart.Jennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789945265016836887.post-6032061678067402042010-10-23T18:51:00.000-07:002010-10-23T18:51:08.580-07:00Jenn's Writings from ~1997I want to share some of these things I wrote as I processed&nbsp;parts of my life&nbsp;many years ago. This will be a series of poems, and sort of allegorical journal entries from around 1997ish, when I was 24! I hope they bring you some healing words of comfort. (I may even throw in some newbies, since I am finding&nbsp;room to heal from some old and new wounds again;)<br /><br />Jeremiah 17<br /><br />Yes, the heart is a deceitful thing.<br />God has been working on mine, for mine for a while now. In the last few months however, I told Him, he could repair some damaged areas.<br />Just yesterday, I went to find Him. Papa (God) led me to an utterly horrid place that wreaked of urine. The floors of this room were stained with all kinds of waste, but somoeon was there scrubbing. Who would want to clean this wasted part of my life up I thought, and then He turned and looked up at me from his hands and knees...It was my love, Jesus. He showed me that the waste was cleaning off the floor and undeneath it all was a normal floor, and not destroyed. For a minute I wanted to help Him, but Papa wouldn't let me. I figured he could do a better job.<br />Today,&nbsp;I came into Papa's throne room and He invited me to go back to the construction site (my heart). I was surprised to see the "waste place" clean and shining-I guess I need to fill it with something, but not yet. Maybe Jesus wants to use it. Papa said we needed to move on to another area. I was not at all happy because I saw the direction He was going and I wanted to pull Him back...(To Be Continued.)Jennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789945265016836887.post-54425562432667661622010-10-02T09:49:00.000-07:002010-10-02T08:21:05.430-07:00The Blog Name<div>Okay, I felt bad for not telling you more of the why I chose this name thing-so here are some of the verses and reasons I have:) </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Chosen and Precious</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><i>Psalm 33:12:12 Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD, the people whom he has chosen as his heritage!</i></div><br /><div><i></i> </div><br /><div><i> (1 Peter 2:9) But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light. 10 Once you were not a people, but now you are God’s people; once you had not received mercy, but now you have received mercy.<br />11Beloved, I urge you as sojourners and exiles to abstain from the passions of the flesh, which wage war against your soul. 12 Keep your conduct among the Gentiles honorable, so that when they speak against you as evildoers, they may see your good deeds and glorify God on the day of visitation.</i></div><br /><div><i></i> </div><br /><div><i>Ephesians 1:2-4:<br />Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.<br />3Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places in Christ,<br />4just as He chose us in Him before the foundation of the world, that we would be holy and blameless before Him In love </i></div><br /><div><i></i> </div><br /><div><i>2 Thessalonians 2:13<br />13 -14Meanwhile, we've got our hands full continually thanking God for you, our good friends—so loved by God! God picked you out as his from the very start. Think of it: included in God's original plan of salvation by the bond of faith in the living truth. This is the life of the Spirit he invited you to through the Message we delivered, in which you get in on the glory of our Master, Jesus Christ. </i></div><br /><div><i></i> </div><br /><div><i>John 15:19:19 If you were of the world, the world would love you as its own; but because you are not of the world, but I chose you out of the world, therefore the world hates you.</i></div><br /><div><i></i> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Treasured</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><i>Deuteronomy 7:6:<br />6"For you are a people holy to the LORD your God. The LORD your God has chosen you to be a people for his treasured possession, out of all the peoples who are on the face of the earth.</i></div><br /><div><i></i> </div><br /><div><i>Zechariah 9:16:<br />16On that day the LORD their God will save them, as the flock of his people;for like the jewels of a crown they shall shine on his land.</i></div><br /><div><i></i> </div><br /><div><i>Malachi 3:17:"They shall be mine, says the LORD of hosts, in the day when I make up my treasured possession, and I will spare them as a man spares his son who serves him.</i></div><br /><div><i></i> </div><br /><div><i>7But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us.</i></div><br /><div><i></i> </div><br /><div><i></i> </div>Scriptures really say more than I ever could. Let God speak and all creation bow in humble silence to His awesome wonder!<br /><div><i></i> </div><br /><div><i></i> </div><br /><div><i></i> </div>Jennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789945265016836887.post-78744343318851731532009-08-07T20:41:00.000-07:002009-08-07T20:43:18.454-07:00Just BEMy friend is relaunching this neat site about Being yourself! Please check it out...Just BEeeee your BEautiful self:) Come follow...<a href="http://onbeingyou.blogspot.com/">http://onbeingyou.blogspot.com/</a>Jennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789945265016836887.post-26320992236559145452009-07-30T05:16:00.000-07:002009-08-03T19:38:42.700-07:00Back to School: Learning<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dFuO4win_DA/SneduV7hyeI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dz80DXz-uXM/s1600-h/Marigold+to+Edisto09+099.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365930900521601506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dFuO4win_DA/SneduV7hyeI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dz80DXz-uXM/s320/Marigold+to+Edisto09+099.jpg" /></a> I am not sure how long I will be "back." I'm not sure how much I can "do." I do know that Jesus Christ can do all things through me~if I am living by faith and letting Him love <em>through</em> me.<br /><div>Guess I could stop there, but here goes...I am in the "tween" part of going back to work~waiting to hear from schools/ principals to see if they may need a teacher for this school year. I knew I would have to "wait" until the last minute because of the economy and so many teachers fired/ looking for jobs.</div><div>Enough said, huh. Well, I am also considering taking online courses to become a media specialist/ instructional tech (fancy words for your child's school librarian). This is the first time I have actually been excited about the possibility of going "back to school" in a long time! I felt so tired of school after 7 years ( I really took my time~and decided to teach elementary rather than preschool aged kids!) So, now that I want to go back, I am again being asked to wait.</div>I also need to find a childcare that I feel is perfect for my only son! (Yeah right!) That could be a whole other post, I think. Anyhow, I have looked at about 5-6 over the summer, and I am yet to be awed by any of them. Bummer! I have found a few I like, but I was just hoping to walk in and think to myself (Oh, this is the place!) and that has not happened yet.<br /><div>Well, the school year in Georgia will begin in 2 days for kids, so I am either a hopeless <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">optimist</span> or just hopeless! Pray for me-I would love to pray for you too! Please leave your request in comments or email me:)</div>Jennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789945265016836887.post-44877855057595658122009-06-25T20:42:00.000-07:002009-06-25T20:49:10.159-07:00A Bit More Rested (In Him)Sorry for the long haitus. (sp?) The week after I wrote last was much more rest filled and I am thankful. Your prayers are powerful!<br />I am now on a vacation I never thought would happen at this stage in our life?! We are renting a "beach house" (guest quarter) from someone I emailed on a home exchange site. I am so thankful to be here and sort of being able to afford it! It is a small space for the 3 of us, but so close to the beach. I will try to post a few pics soon so you can see our fun.<br />I really just wanted you all to know how thankful I am that God works in us and around us through each other to lift our burdens and carry them for us too. Thank you again for your God honoring prayers and love-I feel them:)<br />Lovingly praying for you too,<br />JennJennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789945265016836887.post-75181077981080802832009-06-04T20:44:00.000-07:002009-06-04T21:01:40.773-07:00TiredYes, you too? I am very much feeling exhausted...Whether it be from lack of sleep due to late night English classes I am teaching or arguing with my spy, I am only half sure. Whew! I somehow have the energy and desire to post something tonight. Somehow it helps me process.<br />What am I doing? I want to fly when conflicts arise now. I don't have the fight left in me. You know the fight or flight reflex during stressful situations?<br />I am in a dilemma-a pickle-up a paddle without a canoe, if you will. No one can really help me but God and I want to listen to Him.<br />I come up with my own half-way solutions, but they are far from complete. I need completeness in Him. I want to rest in His grip, but I feel so trapped in some ways (as we all can, I guess.)<br />Where is my escape? Psalm 121. I always come back to this, my favorite Psalm.<br />I lift up my eyes to the hills—<br />where does my help come from?<br />My help comes from the LORD,<br />the Maker of heaven and earth.<br />He will not let your foot slip—<br />he who watches over you will not slumber;<br />indeed, he who watches over Israel<br />will neither slumber nor sleep.<br />The LORD watches over you—<br />the LORD is your shade at your right hand;<br />the sun will not harm you by day,<br />nor the moon by night.<br />The LORD will keep you from all harm—<br />he will watch over your life;<br />the LORD will watch over your coming and going<br />both now and forevermore.<br />Please pray for wisdom and discernment.<br /><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%20121;&amp;version=31;">To listen to this Psalm</a><br />(find the little speaker at top or bottom:)Jennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789945265016836887.post-54148611845316390922009-05-29T20:56:00.000-07:002009-05-29T21:05:09.326-07:00Hip, Hip, Hooray Song!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dFuO4win_DA/SiCwTnLsuCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/aVNxoUMgQdk/s1600-h/100_2563.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341463009043462178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dFuO4win_DA/SiCwTnLsuCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/aVNxoUMgQdk/s320/100_2563.JPG" /></a><br /><div>I just have to share this cuteness with you. Last Saturday after my Sugarshine awoke from a good nap, he let loose a toot in my arms. To this, his daddy said "Was that a tiger in your butt?" Sugarshine gave the reply of "No." Then (I) mommy asked "Was it a lion?" "No...It was a hip, hip, hooray song!" He told us! We both started cracking up of course and couldn't keep this hilarity to ourselves. So, next time you let out a little hot air-just remember to celebrate; it's just your hip, hip, hooray song!</div>Jennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789945265016836887.post-51868885229787245012009-05-14T19:52:00.000-07:002009-05-14T20:31:59.294-07:00For Such a Time<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dFuO4win_DA/SgzhLXb6pDI/AAAAAAAAADg/tgYEhqCUDCo/s1600-h/100_2102.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335887243913110578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dFuO4win_DA/SgzhLXb6pDI/AAAAAAAAADg/tgYEhqCUDCo/s400/100_2102.JPG" /></a><br /><div>I have been on vacation-obviously!!! I thought I could keep blogging and visiting family while trying to heal a bit, but that was not possible. So, now, I think I am back and hope you will forgive me for the huge lapse of time I have been gone:)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I am not sure where to begin exactly. So much has happened in my small world and I am amazed at how God shows concern for such a one as me so often-even in my unfaithfulness to Him. </div><br /><div>I want to meet with Him daily, but then get caught up again and again with some trivial thing. Although blogging seems to take my time, it also seems to keep me more on track with Him somehow-funny how that works huh? Reading so many women's journeys and relating my own life is healing, but the last week or so I have had these nagging thoughts about blogging. I hope you can relate.</div><br /><div>-How do these women have the time to do this?</div><br /><div>-I mean how can they share something every day?</div><br /><div>-How can they write such great stuff?</div><br /><div>-How in the world did they make it through that?</div><br /><div>-My life is just too busy.</div><br /><div>-My life is not that interesting!</div><br /><div>-Are they really taking care of young children at home?</div><br /><div>-How!!!?</div><br /><div>-I can't do this, but God opened the door for me to. I will step through and watch, wait, and pray.</div><br /><div>Here I am. There have been numerous other things going through this cranial structure lately also. WHO AM I? See, I think I know who I am in Christ and as a person, but I have sooo struggled with WHAT I should do. Maybe the question is therefore: WHAT SHOULD I DO? </div><br /><div>Obviously, I am a teacher by schooling and experience. There are just so many other things I would love to do. Even though I have been home with my son for 2 years now, most people would think I have become bored or had plenty of time to get my baby book done, drawing, reading, writing aspirations out of the way. The thing is, I rarely get bored. I want to do so many things, and of course caring for my lil' guy, hubby and cleaning get in the way of most of those things. (As I'm sure you know about!)</div><br /><div>I'm just holding onto the possibility that I will find a paying position to do many of the things I love! Is that too much to ask for? So here is my "Employment Wanted" ad.</div><br /><div>Loves working with people! Likes to study the word of God with others and minister to them. Loves the outdoors and hiking, camping, etc. Can draw and watercolor. Likes to write stories and life anecdotes. Loves to read good fiction and realistic fiction. Loves to get fingers dirty in clay and glazes. Can throw a bowl on a potter's wheel. Has enjoyed teaching in the past and seeing kids not want to leave her class because they are so "into" what they are doing, or can't wait to hear the next chapter of a good book. Can also take amateur photos that are pretty good and create neat scrapbooks. </div><br /><div>As I sat here to write this, the thought struck me that I already have the job I want. God wants me to be me-this person he's created who loves all of these things. Getting paid to do them is just a bonus. I wish there were other ways to combine my loves, but for now, I just have to accept that they are all there and I can use them (when I permit myself the time!)</div><br /><div>We are royalty in His eyes and he cares so much more for us than many, many sparrows, yet not one of them falls without His knowing. The verse below has been one that God has laid on my heart for about a year. It seems to fit every situation amazingly enough!?<br /></div><div></div><br /><div><strong>And who knows but that you have come to royal position for such a time as this?"</strong> Esther 4:14</div>Jennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789945265016836887.post-21632830969743087202009-04-10T20:56:00.000-07:002009-05-18T14:47:23.473-07:00The Nails<a href="http://becomingmethruhim.blogspot.com/"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323304026414748946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dFuO4win_DA/SeAsztXblRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/J0NhrvgFZqI/s320/angela_easter_means07.png" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dFuO4win_DA/SeAsktI_tJI/AAAAAAAAACw/tAOIfvr-iAw/s1600-h/angela_easter_means07.png"></a><br /><br /><div>Good Friday is so good because we were all given new life if we choose to accept it. It is good because we saw what our mistakes and rebellions really look like on a rough hewn cross with nails and thorny crown, after 40 lashings with a cat of nine tails. It is good because it signified a new beginning for believers, although it seemed like the end of the world to those who first believed.</div><br /><div>I have been thinking again about Jesus, my creator God. (John. 1:1-18) I have been thinking that it would be interesting to write from some unique perspective of Jesus' death that Good Friday so long ago. The only thing that keeps coming back to mind are the nails. </div><br /><div>From what I have read, it seems the nails used on Jesus body were made of iron. Iron is an element that is found on earth and on Red Giants (stars). It is forged by fire and other chemical reactions that I don't quite know all about.</div><br /><div>I am considering the nails because they were a part of God's creation. Jesus knew exactly what they were made of, how they were made (and changed by man) because He made their elements. He knew from a human standpoint what they would do to his hands and feet, but he also knew from a part of the Godhead's view what they were capable of.</div><br /><div>If I were the nails, I think I would have quivered and hesitated-maybe even melting before I pierced my creator's precious skin. Imagine the soldiers saying, "What's wrong with this *^%$%#@ nail!?" Iron can be life-giving or poisonous when distributed in animal life. The nails could have been a poisonous dose into Jesus (the creator's veins) or a life-giving one.<br /></div><div>Just as Jesus chose not to save himself from this death on the cross, he also seemingly forbid his creation from doing so. I mean think of the cross made of wood, the thorns, the leather (on the cat of nine tails) and the metals used in that whip and in those nails. All of creation could have cried out against this outrage against their creator, but Jesus <strong><em>chose </em></strong>to endure the cross and experience the agony of separation from His Father being fully God and fully man.</div><br /><div><strong><em>And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself and became obedient to death—even death on a cross! (Philippians 2:8)</em></strong></div><br /><div><em><strong>Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. (Hebrews 12:2)</strong></em></div><div> </div><div>This is a Good Friday, but Sunday is even better! Thank you Lord for conquering death-a choice you made to love us so much. Without the cross we have no forgiveness, without the cross we wouldn't have everlasting life. Friday is good.</div><div></div><div>Please read more about our Savior here: <a href="http://becomingmethruhim.blogspot.com/">http://becomingmethruhim.blogspot.com/</a></div></div>Jennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789945265016836887.post-30821947074195908402009-04-02T10:12:00.001-07:002009-04-02T10:19:15.130-07:00Strength for Today, and Bright Hope for Tomorrow...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dFuO4win_DA/SdTyzY5wNBI/AAAAAAAAACo/5if5YYuZGIs/s1600-h/stellanprayers.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320144024503333906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dFuO4win_DA/SdTyzY5wNBI/AAAAAAAAACo/5if5YYuZGIs/s320/stellanprayers.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So happy Stellan's heart is in normal rhythm-hoooray God is so good! He gave me this encouragement today and I shared it with Stellan's mama. Want to share it with you too!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Little One,</div><div>I am here. I know your needs and have called you to my side for this time. Do not fear, nor be dismayed-I am your God. I am God over all the universes, not just here. I am sovereign. I love you with an everlasting, undying, unending love. Come to me and believe in my words for you. I have called you. I have used you. I will relieve you for a time-be renewed, strengthened, be made whole in, my light. I will fill you with my Spirit when you seek me first with your whole heart today and always.</div><br /><div>Love,Me (God)</div><div> </div><div>(Okay I am not talking about aliens here... but remember the stars and all their glory-sermon from Life Church-got to email Pastor Tim about that guy's name-you will be in Awe!)</div><br /><div><3<3<3</div>Jennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789945265016836887.post-16558262941426148822009-03-25T17:07:00.000-07:002009-03-26T15:30:17.356-07:00Sarah's DaughtersBeen wanting to write this a couple weeks now. (Reading Genesis still). I finally came to Lot's wife the other day in chapter 19, and realized I really needed to get these thoughts down. I think all of us can empathize with missing "things" that we once held dear. Right now it seems like people are losing so much that these thoughts seem timely. So here goes...<br /><br />Lot's wife was living in Soddom and Gomorrah where literally everyone was having sex with everyone it seemed. Two angels came to town and ALL the men came to rape them, thinking they were just men. So, lot offers his daughters to them instead, and tried to protect the angels (great dad huh? More on that in another blog maybe?)<br /><br /><em>When he (Lot) hesitated, the men (angels) <strong>grasped his hand and the hands of his wife and of his two daughters and led them safely out of the city, for the LORD was merciful to them</strong>. (19:16)</em><br /><br />They all got out! They were safe. Their home was destroyed. All they had was gone. The wealth Lot thought he'd always have (remember he chose the green well-watered garden like land when he split from Abram) was gone (13:10). BUT THEY WERE ALIVE. Until...<br /><br /><em>...Lot's wife looked back, and she became a pillar of salt.</em><br />Gosh, don't you just want to shake her! (Before the shaker of salt she became-Sorry, bad joke!) Seriously though, haven't I done this in my own little world. Whenever I think, "What are we going to do now? How will we survive this? Look at what I am losing. That was my security. That was what I trusted to help me through things. My house, my city, my job, my_____." You fill in the blank. I know it's hard. I am struggling through my own hardships too. I don't want to become a pillar of salt though!<br /><br />Thank God for Sarah. She laughs at what the Lord says about her bearing a child at 90 years old! I think I would have too. Just remember Abraham laughed when God first told him about Isaac too! (17:17) And this was before the Lord told Sarah.<br /><br />The thing about Sarah is that she went with Abraham before all these other kings and did exactly what her husband told her to do-say she was only his sister! Now, I know you must be thinking-whoa, <em>I</em> would never do that. That's what I'm thinking. Well, she trusted and respected him enough to be leading her in the right direction. (That's not an easy thing for me to do-how about you?) Two kings were diseased and almost killed because of what Abraham did (chapters 12 and 20). <em>BUT </em>ultimately, Sarah and Abraham were blessed somehow through all these circumstances. And they did have Isaac at both of their ripe old ages!<br /><br />Now Lot's wife and Sarah may or may not have known each other. As I have read through Genesis the last few weeks I have really been drawn to the women of this period. Specifically, look at Hagar (ch. 16). She met "the God who sees." Then there are Lot's daughters (19:36). Whether their parent's actually lived godly lives before them, we don't know. Apparently the environment of Soddom and Gomorrah left them stained enough to commit this sexual sin though. (Their fiancee's laughed at Lot when he tried to tell them to leave the city! 19:14)<br />Where is the hope in all of this you may ask?<br /><br />Well, now <em>we</em> have Jesus and so many other godly women in the Bible and our lives to look at. This verse constantly comes up in my heart when I am struggling with things. (1 Peter 3:5-7)<br /><em>For this is the way the holy women of the past who put their hope in God used to make themselves beautiful. They were submissive to their own husbands, 6like Sarah, who obeyed Abraham and called him her master. <strong>You are her daughters if you do what is right and do not give way to fear.</strong></em><strong> </strong><br /><br />The beginning of these verses are reminding us how to do it-It's not easy! The most important part for me is to always remember not to "give way to fear." Once I do this, I am free to trust God, my husband, and even that my circumstances will change, but My God won't. Sarah probably never even imagined how many daughters she would have!<br /><br />PS. For our guys: <em>Husbands, in the same way be considerate as you live with your wives, and treat them with respect as the weaker partner and as heirs with you of the gracious gift of life, so that nothing will hinder your prayers. </em>Jennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789945265016836887.post-10564021190617528252009-03-21T20:05:00.001-07:002009-03-25T19:42:37.252-07:00Ultimate Blog Party 2009 Welcome<a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/5808/ultimate-blog-party-2009/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315847036860202722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dFuO4win_DA/ScWutyhdfuI/AAAAAAAAABw/PW34oG8rstE/s320/ubg3.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Hi, welcome to my place. I have found this cozy little nook in a hidden corner where I can people watch! Come sit with me and we can chat. I love to watch the world go by at a really good party, but I love being part of an intimate group of friends too! </div><br /><div>You may have guessed that I am not the huge extrovert here, but I am actually about half and half-with a bent towards introvertedness! (Thus my writing?!) My name is Jennifer and I am wife to a Serbian guy and mom to a 2 year old boy I call "Sugarshine". I am a teacher, artist, writer-wannabe. I'm looking for some friends at this party!</div><div></div><br /><div>I love to give parties and think of fun things to do there. I can lead a party if needs be (the 1/2 extrovert in me), but really just love to get people together to hang out. Usually you can come over to my house to just sit and chill out. I don't perform or expect others to, but love to watch our kids sing, dance, and giggle!<br /></div><div>Of course, food is a must and I love baking sweets, but I know salt must off-set the other. How about some warm, dark coffee, apple cinnamon pie, or fresh bread and spinach dip? Come on in, the food is warm and fresh, the company is enjoyable and friendly. Come sit a spell, people watch or entertain if you have the notion! </div><div></div><br /><div>I hope to find a new community to become a part of out there. Thanks for stopping by:)</div><div></div><div>After you comment, please party on!: <a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/5808/ultimate-blog-party-2009/">http://www.5minutesformom.com/5808/ultimate-blog-party-2009/</a></div><div> </div><div>Here are the prizes I'd love to win! 1. $100 gift certificate to either <a href="http://www.pedalcarsandretro.com/">Pedal Cars and Retro</a> or <a href="http://www.a-rocking-horse-to-love.com/">A Rocking Horse To Love</a>Provided by: <a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/">5 Minutes for Mom</a> 2. $100 gift card to HomeGoodsProvided by: <a href="https://openhouse.homegoods.com/" target="_blank">HG Openhouse</a> 3. $40 gift certificate to <a href="http://www.carrabbas.com/" target="_blank">Carrabba’s Italian Grill</a>Provided by: <a href="http://www.thedivinemissmommy.com/" target="_blank">The Divine Miss Mommy</a> and any of these: 113, 109, 103, 91, 96, 88, 89, 56, 22, 21, 26, 1</div>Jennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789945265016836887.post-16951174816418987712009-03-09T07:45:00.000-07:002009-03-09T10:18:17.175-07:00Our Tracks Are Covered<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dFuO4win_DA/SbVOz0rsEhI/AAAAAAAAABg/CeZnrcUbrMw/s1600-h/becoming_me_angela_button04.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311237987775549970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dFuO4win_DA/SbVOz0rsEhI/AAAAAAAAABg/CeZnrcUbrMw/s320/becoming_me_angela_button04.png" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;">I'm not sure if this is actually my mom's memory of me or mine. You know how those go. After you have heard the story about yourself so many times-it becomes your memory.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">My mom decided to make bunny paw prints for me when I woke up one Easter morning. She thought it would be neat to use baby powder and (some sort of template?) through the house to lead me to my Easter basket.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Only thing was...I was 2, saw the "mess," so began to clean it up! I had no idea those were paw prints! She tried to get me to follow them, but I just kept trying to wipe them away!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I honestly don't remember if I tried to clean the tracks up because I was afraid or I was trying to be helpful to my mom-I lean towards the latter. But, it made me think about how often I try to clean things up in my life either because of my own insecurities or "helpfulness." </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">It's much easier for me to see the splinter in someone else's eye when I am focused on them. Especially since I learned to look over the plank in my own eye! (Aha! My dirty paw prints made visible!) Sometimes I clean them up enough because I am afraid of what my God thinks about them. Sometimes I clean them up to try to actually help others. Both of my efforts at cleaning fail until I come to the one who <em>made me</em> and <em>died for me</em>-WOW. What a concept!<br /><br />The book of John, chapter 1, says this about Jesus. <em>In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of men...He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him. He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him. Yet to all who received him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God— children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband's will, but born of God. The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth. (Verses 1-4, 10-14)</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I have been reading Genesis the last few days, and I am again awed that this Jesus created all these things on earth for us. This Jesus whose birth we celebrate at Christmas is the same one whose death we celebrate at Easter. If he did not die for me, I would not be clean. Those pesky paw prints would be all over me and I could not approach God. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">BUT, thanks be to God for Jesus' death on the cross. He was covered in his own blood, sweat and dirt from carrying his cross to Golgotha. He allowed himself to be killed like a criminal and with criminals to give many life. (See Romans 5:18-19) <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%205:18-19;&amp;version=31">http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%205:18-19;&amp;version=31</a>;</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Thankfully, that was not the end. After three days, all Hell literally broke loose, and Jesus was set free! The great good news is that he rose from the grave. He's alive today! HE has RISEN! </span><br /><br />Maybe you are trying to clean up a mess that's out of control due to your own fears or even desires to help-Ask God to cleanse you, then you can better help others. <span style="font-family:georgia;">Only Jesus' blood can clean and purify us so that we can be saved and made whole as we learn to follow in his footsteps. (Then, our tracks are covered!) </span><br /><br /><br />Check out my friend's site for more Easter Blogs to prepare your heart:) <a href="http://becomingmethruhim.blogspot.com/">http://becomingmethruhim.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em>Jennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789945265016836887.post-5760606762548733762009-02-25T10:42:00.000-08:002009-02-25T19:09:30.877-08:00The White Rabbit and PatienceWhat was it the white rabbit said as he hurried past Alice? "I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!" Lately I feel like I am just surviving my daily routine. I want to live in the here and now, but as you may know a "stay at home mom's" life is less than routine! My friend Erica sent a great blog on the subject... <a href="http://teamwessner.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">http://teamwessner.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br /><br /><br />I feel impatient with my lil' guys when they do something they shouldn't but then I realize I probably wasn't all that focused on them either, which is my job. UGGGGGHHHHH. So, my goal is to plan for them in a more purposeful way than I have in the past. It's about time, and I have been putting it off for to long.<br /><br /><br />The teacher in me is coming back to life~sort of. I want to start having themed weeks for my toddlers because it helps my creative side stay less random. It will also keep us busier and hopefully learning more. Maybe it will make me hungry for teaching older kids again-I hope!<br /><br />Maybe it will give me back a minute in my day to sit down with God. Cheryl, a friend of mine has a signature at the end of every email she's sent me and it says "Finding time with God is finding time for me." This gives me perspective once again. Although, I daily feel like I'm running late in the I shoulda's or coulda's categories, spending time with my Creator, Abba, Lover of my soul always frees me up somehow. (Usually with my patience!)Jennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789945265016836887.post-90830833808298297942009-02-18T22:04:00.000-08:002009-02-18T22:04:00.473-08:00The Treasure of SeasonsThis could be a very spiritual blog if I weren't so imperfect! I would like to write to you from my very logical self about why I chose this name for the blog, etc. etc. But truthfully, I haven't felt that chosen, precious, or treasured. The good thing is, my God tells me that I am. WOW!<br /><br />Lately, I have been wondering if I am going through a mid-life crisis and I am only 35!!! After staying home to care for my son who's now two years old, and spending a year caring for 2 other lil' guys in my home very close to his age...I really have to think about going back to work next year. (I don't wanna.)<br /><br />I have been teaching for 6 years. I really enjoyed it, until I realized how much energy it takes. Gosh, it is very draining. Yes, I know it is also rewarding, but not like witnessing all the firsts of your firstborn!<br /><br />I am an artist at heart and miss the opportunities to use those skills. I often wonder if I ever will use them again like I have in the past. I am sad about it, but feel to exhausted to even try!<br /><br />Back to the chosen, precious, treasured person I want to feel like...God has reminded me again that I am all these things to Him, and I will do things I love again. BUT, maybe not right now.<br /><br />Life is made up of seasons. I've been reading this sweet book to my son about "Arnold's Apple Tree" by Gail Gibbons. He wants to hear it like 3 times a night right now. Anyhow, Arnold is very busy with his tree in every season. I guess God feels like that with us. When, I <em>feel</em> down, He reminds me that He loves me. When I wonder why he loves me, he reminds me that I am chosen. When I wonder about why he chose me, He reminds me that I am precious! (I get overwhelmed by His love!) When I bashfully kick my toe ( and say "awww shucks, I ain't that special!") He reminds me that I am treasured in His eyes and kingdom. I know He wants me to live in the here and now-for such a time as this...sometimes it is just hard. I am learning though. I hope to grow in this season for His utter, joyful glory!Jennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789945265016836887.post-13488818074296352172009-02-13T22:53:00.000-08:002009-09-16T20:43:42.170-07:00Letter for Melissa<span style="font-family:georgia;">I wrote this in a journal I made for my sweet sister in February last year-before I began blogging, but thought it would be fun to share with you. Maybe it will spur me on to write more again-Sorry It has been too long. I miss hearing from you and reading your blogs! I hope this makes you laugh:)</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">This book (blog) is for dreaming, scheming, and beaming. This book is for hoping, groping, and sometimes for moping. Please doodle, and noodle or even caboodle in it. Make wishes, do the dishes (please don't be vicious). Have fun, say you won, or have come undone. Cry some tears, talk about past years, or even yer' peers. Make waves, share your faves, or even just rant and rave. Have lots of hope, tell about your soap, or if you elope! Draw a scribble, maybe dribble, or tell a fib-ble. Give thanksgiving, tell about how you make a living, tell about what you're giving (you always have some gift you share!) Write every few days, it probably won't pay, but it will make you feel good anyway. This book (blog) is for you, so whatever you do-do what YOU want to! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">PS. Draw your rainbows, kiss some beaus, just not to many bozos though!</span>Jennifer Tomasevichttps://plus.google.com/108115490554295676797noreply@blogger.com0